One Thousand Two Hundred and Forty-Six You Are Not Serious (I)

Song Zhixing looked at Tang Yu, then at the time. It was almost noon. Time passed so quickly.

The phone rang, breaking the silence of the entire office. Tang Yu put down the documents, took the phone, and only said "hmm", "Two servings."

After that, he hung up the phone neatly. Song Zhixing was looking at him. When his eyes were cast at her, she was caught off guard, like a thief caught red-handed. Her heartbeat was disordered. She immediately found a topic with some embarrassment, "You haven't finished reading it yet?"

Tang Yu just looked at her heavily, threw the documents on the coffee table, pressed his eyebrows with his long fingers, and said nothing. He looked like he was very tired, and there was a faint red bloodshot in his eyes. Song Zhixing looked at him and stopped urging him.

Just as Du Hui said, he really needed a good rest.

Just thinking about this, the door of the office was knocked at this moment.

"Mr. Tang." The voice of secretary Gina sounded outside the door.

"Come in." Tang Yu responded in a deep voice, took his hand away from his brow, straightened his face, and sat up straight. The fatigue just now disappeared in an instant, and he regained his former demeanor. In front of outsiders, he is always like an iron man, impeccable. Song Zhixing watched from the side, but felt very uncomfortable. A person who has too much naturally bears much more than ordinary people.

Ordinary people's hard work can still be mentioned to others and seek comfort. What about the man in front of him? Who will he get comfort from when he is hard? Song Zhixing suddenly wanted to know.

The door of the office opened, and Gina came in from outside with an exquisite lunch box. She placed two lunch boxes in front of the two of them, "Mr. Tang, Miss Song, enjoy your meal."

Tang Yu snorted faintly, took the chopsticks, opened the lunch box and ate leisurely. Even if he was eating the company's fast food, his every move was still elegant and charming.

Song Zhixing was opposite him, and he was not polite to him. The lunch box was very rich. The company had a nutritionist to professionally match it, so the meat and vegetables were balanced.

She took the chopsticks and glanced at Tang Yu, her eyes were complicated. She thought they might never have the chance to eat at the same table again.

"Why are you looking at me?" Tang Yu asked without raising his head.

This man's eyes seemed to grow on the top of his head, so he could find it.

What a weirdo!

Song Zhixing had a mouthful of rice in her mouth,

and quickly swallowed it, her eyes deliberately fell on the computer, "I was watching my TV series, not you."

"Don't be distracted when eating, put the computer aside." He was still as strict as ever, and directly covered her notebook and threw it on the sofa beside her. Song Zhixing didn't refute it. Anyway, she didn't really watch the TV series just now.

The two of them took their own side to eat, and no one spoke.

Song Zhixing hadn't eaten much during this period, but her appetite suddenly improved today. Halfway through the meal, Tang Yu seemed to casually give her the fried egg in his lunch box. She was stunned and raised her eyelids.

"Eat it all up, don't waste it." There was no extra expression on his face, and he was always calm.

"But I already have an omelette." Originally, it was one for each of them. Song Zhixing didn't understand what he meant.

Tang Yu raised his eyes and looked at her seriously. She had lost too much weight, and he wished he could force her to drink all the nutritious food.

"Eat another one." In the end, he didn't say anything, just gave her these four words. The tone of voice did not allow any rebuttal.

Song Zhixing said "Oh" and had to continue eating. She ate slowly, and Tang Yu had finished eating and sat on the sofa to continue reading documents. Song Zhixing picked some vegetarian dishes that she didn't eat aside and refused to eat them. Tang Yu glanced at them and said lightly: "Don't be picky, eat them all."

She was startled, and her heart trembled slightly.

These days at her aunt's house, she almost ate alone. She was very picky about food, and no one ever disciplined her at the dinner table. She thought she would be more relaxed and happier, but she didn't.

And at this moment...

Tang Yu still controlled her, just like before.

But why didn't she feel annoyed, but instead felt like she had regained something she had lost? Her nose felt sour for some reason. She picked up the vegetables with chopsticks and muttered in a low voice: "Didn't you say that we have nothing to do with each other? Now the guardianship relationship has been terminated, we have no relationship at all, why do you still control me?"

It was like a complaint, and her chest felt very blocked when she said it.

It was painful.

Indeed, they had no relationship at all now...

She stuffed the vegetables into her mouth, and it was so boring that it seemed like she was chewing grass.

When Tang Yu heard this, he looked up at Song Zhixing and snorted from his nose, "Who told you that we have no relationship at all?"

She could be so ruthless as to sign the termination agreement, but he couldn't do it.

Song Zhixing chewed the vegetables heavily, his mouth bulging, and said vaguely: "You said it. The law says it."

"Don't you want me to marry your aunt and call me 'uncle'?" Tang Yu returned his eyes to the document, "Is uncle qualified to manage you?"

Song Zhixing almost got stuck in his throat after taking a bite of vegetables.

So...

What he meant by this was, will he really marry his aunt?

The thing she had been looking forward to so much, now suddenly in front of her, she felt a severe pain in her chest. She swallowed the food with force, took the juice beside her and drank it hurriedly, but the pain and bitterness did not ease a bit because of the sweetness of the juice. .

Tang Yu glanced at her reaction with his peripheral vision, and his eyebrows and eyes couldn't help but relax a little, and his sexy thin lips moved, as if he said casually: "From the look of you, it seems that you don't like me as your uncle."

"I... I don't like it."

Tang Yu's eyes brightened a little, put down the file, and looked at her solemnly, "Reason."

"Reason..." Song Zhixing's mind was confused for a moment. In fact, she also wanted to know the reason! Anyway, if you don't like it, you don't like it. But soon, she thought of a reason, "You are not serious!" After throwing out this reason, she suddenly felt confident, raised her little face, looked at him, and accused: "Auntie likes you so much, but you...you are messing around!" "When was it not serious, when was it messing around?" Tang Yu really wanted to hear how these two charges were put on him. "...Just now." Song Zhixing blushed after saying these three words. Facing Tang Yu's slightly narrowed and increasingly deep eyes, she had to pretend to be calm, as if to increase the persuasiveness of her words, "Will a serious uncle kiss his niece casually?"